[ Vriska will find Laura, her friend, her corpsey pal in all things being-dead related, and boy, she sure seems steamed about something! ]

Laura! There you are. I am still so fucking pissed off! I can't fucking believe those assholes tried to pin the murder on you for some shitty reason to do with Nino being a dumbass! Like that had anything to do with you. All these assholes are all [ falsetto ] "Oh no! We can't kill anyone, that's just wrong! Oh, but accusing this corpse must be okay, let's kill her, that sits just fine with our shitty selective consciences!" Ugh!

[ kicks?? sand???? gosh is she mad. ]

[ Well.

It's late in the evening on Absolute Hell Day, and after everything that's gone on, Vriska eventually decides to wander out to the beach to kinda chill her heels. She's got more spit and fire in her than she should, and she knows it. She needs to calm the fuck down before tomorrow.

(Not that it'll help in the end, god knows.)

What she isn't expecting to see during her restless pacing is Alistair, jogging across the beach. Followed by... a barkbeast? Wow. She has never actually seen one of those in person before.

Curiosity getting the better of her general malcontent, Vriska will flag Alistair down. ]

Hey. Burning off steam?

[ Vriska doesn't let them leave till late. Late. She bugs and bugs and bugs Jinah to sleep before they go, but regardless of whether or not Jinah catches a wink, Vriska will be bustling them both out the door of their hut at just about 3 AM on the nose. Late enough that most everybody will be asleep, and not early enough for the 4/5 AM early birds to be getting up just yet. It is pitch black aside from the faint light of the moon and stars, and luckily, because trolls are nocturnal, Vriska can see in the dark passingly well. Well enough that they don't need to light a torch and give away their movements. ]

I'll guide us, [ she'll whisper to Jinah. ] Hang onto me and trust me, ok? I know where we're going.